Matthew was already drowning in his own problems, the sleepless nights, the silence at home. The last thing he needed were rumors about him and Gunwook. But when Gunwook finally steps into the chaos, Matthew has to wonder: is this another weight to carry, or the hand he's been needing all along? ---------------------------- Disclaimer: This is a fictional story inspired by real events and actions, but it is not directly related to the real lives or health of the idols. Any resemblance to real individuals is purely fictionalized for the purpose of the story.

spontaneous oneshots - all unedited - NCT & WAYV (boyxboy) - requests : opened (request on my board!) johnyong #2 cpop #3 ©NE0TECHS 2020

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They'll be smut in certain ships and this is definitely a boyxboy story so skip if you're uncomfortable. ships to be included; HaoBin GyuRicky MattWook

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗼: don't worry, you'll be mines soon 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝘀: i doubt it. we'll see about that.. « instagram au » STARTED: july 28, 2022 ENDED: august 4, 2022 milestones 100+ reads ; 220805 200+ reads ; 220820

In which Jaemin moves in with his older brother and transfers school where he is reunited with his childhood friends and Jaemin falls in love with the school's biggest flirt.

A soulmate au where Jaemin is an artist and really wants to meet his soulmate but jeno refuses to write back too any of Jaemin's messages hoping that his soulmate will give up. It would have worked with any other person but Jaemin still tried. After a while he got discouraged and turn to drawing flowers on his soulmate arm. To send the message that he'd never give up on him.

Jaemin has abusive parents and is trying to find the will to keep living. Jeno is popular at school and always seems happy but really he is just masking the pain of losing his little sister. Jaemin and Jeno met online where they are both open with their struggles to each other. The only thing they don't realize it's that the person they confide in and trust the most is sitting a seat away from them.

No one believed him. Not when he cried to his parents. Not when he screamed it at the police. They called him a liar. An attention-seeker. A child with too much imagination. So he stopped talking. But the truth didn't disappear - it just grew heavier in his small chest, a weight he carried alone. Years later, when the evidence finally surfaced, they all asked: "Why didn't you tell us?" He just smiled sadly, the boy who had told them a hundred times.